Tryst
Tryst of two satyrs
Under a tree
Widespread tree
The tree where tonight magic mist
That came
The decrease of fervor
That
Followed in the wake of victory
As day from mid-day's zenith
Cooled and crystallized.
We be of Change!
We fear the Fear!
We decide where Beauty points
And
Thus will be further do!
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